“Is that the question you asked me, Mr. Wilkins?”
“Honest,” he chuckled.
“Oh, I can answer that easily. I talked it all over with him.”
“Have you objection to advising me of the substance–” Hezekiah stopped and restated his question–“Will you tell what you said, Virginia?”
“Certainly, I told Mr. Curtis that I was to blame for the accident and he said it was his own fault.”
The lawyer was surprised. “Did he admit negligence?”
Virginia deemed this question to imply danger to Joe and she remembered her promise. “I am not at liberty to say, Mr. Wilkins,” she answered stoutly. “I can’t discuss Mr. Curtis’s part in the accident.”
For a moment Hezekiah eyed the girl thoughtfully. He arose and took a turn up and down the room while his eyes danced with mischief. He reached a decision which changed his line of questioning when he reseated himself. “Virginia, do you think that you were to blame for that accident?” he asked the girl.
“I know that I was.”
“If you were a witness in court, would you testify that the accident was your fault?”